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- Dudes. You should stop me before I get all into this, but, tonight I went to a holiday party. And so there I was, drinking wine and schmoozing, and it turns out that I have the opportunity to get myself an opportunity to teach an honors course next fall. The dean of the honors college told me to come talk to him about it - they're putting together the courses for next fall and have a spot or two to fill. And so I'm all, well shit, I would totally love to have some course teaching this certain thing. Or if not that, then this other certain thing. Seriously - last fall when I was teaching I even said out loud to my students the need to have some kind of honors course about this shit. I even imagined it. The problem, obviously, is my extreme distaste for both academia and myself, one of which I need to get over sooner rather than later. This distaste is so extreme sometimes it makes me want to barf. But oh my god! I could waltz myself into teaching a fucking honors course of my own design! Holy fucking shit, you know? Also, I'm pretty in love with someone, I kind of think about not much else.
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